It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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[rhinemaid]

While Cindy sizes up Ilde's recent gentleman company, Ilde herself orders another drink and helpfully points out who she intends to be paying for it (e.g. said company). "I hate being lifted," she adds, in case anyone's getting any ideas about doing it again and in an unintentional underscoring of the difference in temperaments between she and Sonja.

[deservesadaisy]

"Well, not always literally. While I'm here, shall I just buy the round? What will you all have?" Since Ilde has helpfully ordered her own.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

Free drinks? Well, who is Cindy to refuse that offer? "I'll take bourbon, but Ilde going to be the only one fucking you, so your days of picking up boozed up chicks are over," she says as she hops onto a bar stool.

Jesus, Cindy. What kind of princess are you?

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

Sonja laughs, a little, at that remark of Cindy's, and reaches in her jacket pocket to acquire cigarettes. Said cigarette is lit by a mysterious singe of orange at its end that occurs without any lighter; she smiles wordlessly at Ivan for a moment before taking a drag.

"Bourbon suits."

[rhinemaid]

"Sonja would break him in half," Ilde tells Cindy, authoritatively, as though speaking as the one of them who has indeed fucked him already she can best assess his ability to withstand her friend here. "Just like that." There's some miming, at this point.

[deservesadaisy]

"I have no desire to be broken in half," Ivan says, casually, "and I am nowhere near ambitious or greedy enough to even try to pick up three ladies at one time. I assure you, the drink is simply a...friendly gesture." As one does, when meeting the friends of one's one-night stand, apparently.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

"Not like you could even if you were. I have standards when it comes to other people's belongings and I'm sure Sonja does too." Lovely conversation these four are having, discussing the man's sexual hobbies and interests like he's not even there. Oh well. This is what Ivan will have to deal with if he continues with Ilde. Package deal or something.

She sticks out a hand to Sonja and curls her fingers in repeatedly, a sign she wants some of that cancer stick. Don't be greedy, Sonja. "That said, I don't know what you two kids have between you, but keep it safe and if I hear you fucked up, I'll fuck you up." That's not to say Sonja won't have a part of him, right?